Evidently they had decided to take Po Campo's advice. The men had had the last of Po Campo's water that morning, barely enough to wet their tongues. He had never been out in a sandstorm at night, with thousands of cattle to control, and was not looking forward to the experience, which began almost immediately. Dog Face didn't want to play, but he also didn't want to die.
You don't have to repeat yourself, she said. You'll have to be the range boss. You may be and you may not be, Augustus said. He said I could have the horse and the mule and go where I pleased.
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